No Doctor's Today, Thank You by Ogden Nash They tell me that euphoria is the Today I have the agility of a Gre Yes, today I may even go forth wi Today I am a swashbuckler, would This is my euphorian day,
Lines to Be Embroidered on a Bib or the Child Is Father of the Man, But Not for Quite a While by Ogden Nash So Thomas Edison Never drank his medicine; So Blackstone and Hoyle Refused cod-liver oil; So Sir Thomas Malory
The Hippopotamus by Ogden Nash Behold the hippopotamus! We laugh at how he looks to us, And yet in moments dank and grim, I wonder how we look to him. Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
A Tale of the Thirteenth Floor by Ogden Nash The hands of the clock were reachi In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid fam Is table talk in hell. I name no name, but hell’s own fla
The Shrimp by Ogden Nash A shrimp who sought his lady shrim Could catch no glimpse Not even a glimp. At times, translucence Is rather a nuisance.
Spring Comes to Murray Hill by Ogden Nash I sit in an office at 244 Madison And say to myself You have a resp Why then do you fritter away your If you have a sore throat you can If you have a sore foot you can ge
No Doctor’s Today, Thank You by Ogden Nash They tell me that euphoria is the well, today I feel euphorian, Today I have the agility of a Gre Victorian. Yes, today I may even go forth wi
Pg Wooster, Just as He Useter by Ogden Nash Bound to your bookseller, leap to Deluge your dealer with bakshish a Lean on the counter and never say Wodehouse and Wooster are with us Flourish the fish-slice, your butt
The Clean Plater by Ogden Nash Some singers sing of ladies’ eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike And course ones hymn their hips. The Oxford Book of English Verse
Lines to Be Embroidered on a Bib by Ogden Nash So Thomas Edison Never drank his medicine; So Blackstone and Hoyle Refused cod-liver oil; So Sir Thomas Malory
